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When you start cooking, you learn quickly that one of its great pleasures is enjoying a meal with friends and family. In Now & Again, trusted author Julia Turshen presents a new approach to convivial cooking and thinking about food that will draw people to your table.

More than 150 recipes are gathered into twenty generous menus built around food that’s both crave-worthy and doable: meatloaf, enchiladas, roast chicken with sweet potatoes, brisket with carrots, vanilla semifreddo with honeyed strawberries, double-baked potatoes with horseradish and cheddar. Written in Julia’s easy, encouraging voice, here are dishes that celebrate seasonal, crowd-pleasing food and drink for all meal occasions—breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, holiday feasts—and for cooks of all skill levels.

Now & Again takes a serious position on leftovers: make something new and delicious from them! Throughout the book, Julia’s It’s Me Again mini-recipes transforms any leftovers into whole new dishes. And to help you get a meal to the table with minimum fuss/stress, every menu has a timetable so you know what you can make ahead and how to bring it all together. (more…)

I’ve come to realize that many of us have been bequeathed a cherished family recipe. Be it simple or elaborate to prepare, it’s a dish so fiendishly delicious that it is the unmistakable star of the family meal, whether celebrating triumphs, comforting woes, or keeping family traditions alive. Withholding such heirloom recipes from the world seems almost cruel. Hence, I am championing the family recipe. I will entice the people in my universe to share favourite, nostalgia-infused family recipes, and I will give one of them centre stage in this very space on a monthly basis. In the end, we are all family, and these recipes represent the legacies of our shared passions. This month’s post is written by my good friend Rachel Ellner, a lifestyle reporter working out of Boston and New York City. Enjoy!

ODE TO MY MOTHER’S POT ROAST
By Rachel Ellner

I used to tell my mother that the back seat of the boat I take into the afterlife will be filled with her pot roast. Like the wealthiest of ancient Egyptians, I’ll also take my favorite cats, husbands, servants and pottery. But I’m not going anywhere without the tantalizing taste of her roast beef thoroughly drenched in wine gravy. I assume that mashed potatoes, the standard pot-roast accompaniment, are available anywhere.

The response from my mother? “Make sure it’s a brisket.”

My mother was well aware of the popularity of her pot roast. When I was a child, she would allow us a few minutes of talking through stuffed mouthfuls before shushing us.

“I want everyone to be quiet and concentrate on how good this tastes,” she’d say. And we obediently complied.